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The breakfast room where we are tucking into chocolate orange cake with ice cream is every bit as lovely as before.  Melissa has joined us, along with Glen and Sheila. "Yes, we were also there", says Sheila, "Just as you saw us and just as we saw you.  And yes, that was the same boy I kept on seeing in dreams and...I don't know...visitations?  But yes, ever since back in the late forties, not long after the war, I happened to see him on the front porch of the house we ended up living in, when he was standing there with the old widow De Souza, as though...I don't know...as though he was watching over her." "Jesus was always there for you", says Kenny. "Only, I didn't really know him as Jesus.  I couldn't put a name or identity to him, perhaps i thought of him as an angelic spirit.  It's hard to say.  But our visit just yesterday, though it really is still today, that simply erased from me all shadow of doubt about who he is. Kenny has been staring at Glen in a way that can only be called knowing...